An awkward tug of war of wills followed Serafina’s exit from the restaurant. Her mother glared at her as she considered approaching Dragomir. Gemma was not in sight. It showed that he meant to wait for her.
“Here are the keys, Fran,” she said. “Knock yourself out.”
“Rafina, your sister just learned how to drive,” Mrs. Todd grounded out.
“You’ll be fine. At Francesca’s worst, it could take hours before you reach home. She’s a careful driver.”
“Come on, mom,” Francesca grabbed her mother’s arm cheerfully. “Leave Rafi alone. She knows the way home.”
Rafina was still aware of her mother’s glare, but she was fed up with thinking about what pleased her. It was time to see what her future would be like, if whatever she had with Dragomir ended there – or if it was in for a new beginning.
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